Strings

Written about a manipulative ex at 4 in the morning

My heart strings are not your guitar strings
You cannot pluck and play as you please
You cannot give me the blues simply because you have them
And do not even try to change my strings because I'm an oldie but a goodie
Okay, that's a lie
If I were a goodie, you wouldn't even be mine
(More like I wouldn't even be yours, really)
So either stop practicing on me or get a new goddamn set of strings
I'm lying, please don't leave me, play me until I'm as broken as you